It seems that in London we now have a concave building that actually melts parts of cars, cracks tiles and sets doormats and carpets asmoulder across the road, and is considered hot enough to cook an egg.

The developers state that they are a caring, responsible company. So far, I have yet to hear what anyone thinks about the architects and the gentlemen in the planning offices responsible for the granting of the building permits.

This is for real, not a late evening 'moment'; those usually happen in the morning when I wander into the kitchen to make breakfast and have doubts about which day it might actually be. I never really know until I turn to the telephone or switch on the computer. There is always the danger that the computer may be mistaken and the telephone screen set incorrectly; most of the time it doesn't matter a damn.